The next kid who shows up in Matt's apartment nearly kills him.

"Murderdock!" The shriek comes from somewhere -- and Matt realizes, too late, it's his ceiling.

Spider-Woman -- a hooded figure in black and white -- manages to floor Matt with a knee on his throat before he rolls her over and rips her mask off, panting.

"What the hell did you just call me." He demands, and of course he can't make out her face other than knowing her hair is chin length, and her voice sounds suspiciously like--

"Gwen Stacy?"

"Yeah, that's the name, don't wear it out. Pal," Gwen spits, all contempt and fury.

"You. You're supposed to be dead," Matt whispers, sliding off of her. "How the hell are you here? And why were you dangling from my ceiling?"

"I get the feeling a lot of people should be under headstones that aren't. Where I come from, I'm alive and kicking, and you're one of the Kingpin's cronies. Which is why I came looking for you. To settle a debt."

Matt can't contain the resulting guffaw. "Me? A Kingpin henchman? Well, it's about as likely as a living Gwen Stacy, isn't it?"

And with that he pulls her up. And offers to order pizza, encourages her to kick back for a while and catch him up on her universe.

They've got a lot to discuss, apparently.